...Un-Foreseeing Eyes

believed her lies and fake
cries. Why… Why… Why
did she choose to manipulate
my naïve mind— left
confusion inside.

A dead end road
my shepherd led me,

planning…

A stray, I walked back
to where I came.

How many years have I lost?

A mindless sheep
I became from those
unforeseen days.

I wonder, do you know
the pain that persists;
my sorrow and regret,
the nights I’ve wept.

Could I have been more wise,
seen my mother, my shepherd,
through untainted eyes.

I envisioned my innocent father
from only those lies. I betrayed
though I did not realize—why…

How many years have we lost?

My vet in disguise forgave
my wounded, sheep-like
eyes. No request needed. No
need to explain. He knew—

I could not see
with my...

And After...

Have you watched the trees
as the wind manipulates
their bending branches;
the rain causing them to dance
to its music composed of silence.

A beautiful symphony unfolds
when the thunder crashes,
symbols now in play, the lighting
like a performer on stage,
demanding you watch, see
the ways of this mysterious―Earth.

Have you noticed how the trees
come out greener upon the end
of a perceived horrific storm,
though they dance amid―

dancing faster as the wind
asks them to with stronger blows.
Swaying to her breeze, she keeps
a steady beat, becoming their heart.

The animals scurry for cover
and those aged wait without scare
for the angry sky to pass.
Beside me sits an aged cat.

A mirror of what lies inside me
reflects outside glass windows
covered in droplets of life.
Her fury and mine intertwined,
I welcome her in me. We create.

The thunder shakes that beneath
my shoeless feet, leading me
to question my foundation.

The soil soaked to ancient roots,
feeding ancient hunger. A smell
of wet wood, drown grass penetrates 
my senses. I breathe it in while watching

darkened skies float away, sun breaking
through lighter clouds― goodbye
hard thunder, commanding lightning.

And after...